He does whatever it takes to get her to drop the towel

He knew it was a mistake, but Darren couldn't stop himself. His body felt like it was on fire being so close to Annette like this, with her wearing just a towel. And she was saying that if he just took off his own underwear, she'd drop the towel.

"Okay," he said. "But you said I would get a towel first, right?"

"Well," said Annette, "do you want me to get changed under my towel, or do you want me to take off my towel completely first before I get changed?"

"...okay. I'll go like this." He thumbed his waistband. Using one hand to cover his crotch, he pulled his underwear off with the other hand, and tossed them onto the bed.

"Towel, please," he said.

"Do you want me to cover up like that?" she said, batting her eyes.

"...look, are you messing with me?" he said, starting to get angry. "Are you even going to do any of the things you said?"

"Wow, Darren," Annette said. She looked hurt. "I can't believe you would ask that. I made a promise. I will do exactly what I promised."

"Uh, I'm sorry," he said.

"No, it's okay," she said. "You don't have to uncover. I'm just teasing. Let me get your towel. And I'll go next right away." She walked out to the bathroom.

He sighed. He was feeling nervous though. He was in a very **** position. He realized that if he got any more aroused, it would be plainly visible and impossible to hide. He had just been trying to mask it with anger, he realized. But he did have to keep it together.

Annette came back, but not with a big towel. It was more of a little washcloth.

"...that's it?"

"Sorry," she said, "I don't have any other clean big towels. This should cover you though, right? Then it's my turn, okay?"

He frowned but took the washcloth anyway, positioning it over his crotch. It was enough to cover everything, but again, it would be really obvious if he got any more aroused than he already was. He was already sorta pressing against the washcloth, making a little bulge. But it wasn't so obvious.

"Okay," said Annette. "I'm going to take off my towel now." She moved her hands to the place where the towel was tucked in.

Darren's eyes flitted to his phone. It was pointed right at her, recording. He looked back at her. He didn't want to miss seeing with his own eyes.

"Darren," said Annette. "You aren't trying to trick me, are you?"

Uh oh. "Uh... of course not!" he said.

"You wouldn't lie about all of this just to see me naked, would you?"

"N-no! I would never!" he said.

"You're not ... turned on ... at all to see me naked, are you?"

"Of course not!" he said. "I'm only attracted to my girlfriend! I swear!"

"I'm very shy," she said. "I'm doing this for you as a favor. Even if I'm covering up, I'll be naked. You're recording everything while I get dressed, and I might even let something slip by accident." She blushed. "You won't ... let anyone see this recording, ever, will you?"

"Of course not!" he said. "I promise! No one but me will ever see it!"

"...okay," she said, breathing a sigh of relief. "I'm just nervous. I haven't even let my boyfriend see me naked yet."

He couldn't believe it. He was about to be the first person to see Annette completely naked.

She un-tucked the towel. "Okay," she said. "Are you ready to ... see me?"

"...yes, go ahead," said Darren, trying to sound casual. Inside, he was roaring with fire. The washcloth was starting to bulge further out. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his arousal under control.

She shifted her arms around hesitantly. "I'm just trying to figure out how to cover up as I drop this," she said, blushing. "I'm not sure how to do it without letting you see a glimpse of anything, ah, very private."

His imagination was going at a million miles an hour. He tried to quiet his mind. This was all going to be recorded, and he could watch it again later. For now, he had to keep himself under control.

"Eek!" said Annette, folding forward. "I almost dropped the towel by accident! You would have seen everything!"

The image **** itself into Darren's mind. Annette, completely naked, towel on the floor, too surprised to cover anything. He could see everything in his mind's eye.

His arousal was too much to contain. His erection stiffened outwards, flicking away the washcloth. He scrambled to cover himself with his hands, but he was now rock-hard. His hands could only sort of hover in front.

"Oh my god," said Annette. "You ... you are getting turned on by this, aren't you!"

"I... I..." Darren was at a loss for words. He was standing naked in front of her with a raging erection. He suddenly remembered that she also had a camera recording him.

"Look, I figured you were up to no good," said Annette. "Now here's the proof. Admit it."

Darren kept his mouth shut. Saying anything now would make things worse.

"You're sooo turned on at the thought of seeing me drop this towel," she teased. "Seeing me naked. I can see how turned on you are. I bet you're about to explode."

He was still trying to cover his dick with his hands, but it was sticking straight out. It kept slipping out of his hands. Every time it slid, his hands slid across it slightly, and his arousal built further and further. He looked at her phone, recording him. Oh god, if he came right now ... she would have it on camera.

"Tell you what," she said. "If you admit on camera that everything you said was a lie ... I'll still drop the towel. Right now."

Darren hesitated. "How can I trust anything you have to say?" he said. "You lied to me, too."

"I haven't lied," Annette said. "Look, I made promises, but it was under false pretenses by you."

"You still promised," he said.

"How about this. I'll keep my promise, and sweeten the deal. I keep my hands at my sides, like you were just imagining. You get to see everything. All you have to do is ... admit the truth."